[Intro]
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[Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds]
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[Verse 1 - Bun B]
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I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up)
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Step roll niggaz still take your fuckin nuts (nuts)
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UGK "4 Life" nigga (nigga), none shife nigga (nigga)
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And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga (nigga)
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No more days bitch, I ain't got the time
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I got bitches on my dick (dick) and money on my mind (mind)
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The South is on my back (back), I told it like Atlas
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And you can never pack this (why?), you ain't had the practice
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Crack shit, street talk, hood life, thug shit
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All that and then some, started this drug shit
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Cookies - we cooked that, highway - we did that
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Paper - we stacked that, bodies - we hid that
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Rich wrapped and packed up and stamped with the logo (with the logo)
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Now we got it hoppin just like a pogo, poppin like the popo (damn)
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Word to my D.C. niggaz on Go-go
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Ask 'em, they know bro (fo sho)
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[Chorus - Bun B]
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'Cause you know what it is (is), you ain't got to ask (ask)
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We gettin down to biz (biz), nigga do the math (math)
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Somebody check the clock (clock) and tell 'em what the's time (time)
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'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine)
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I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine)
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'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine)
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I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine)
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'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine
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[Verse 2 - Bun B]
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Primetime player (player), first class flyer (flyer)
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High life liver, luxury good buyer
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I'm a modern day pariah ('riah), tell it like Richard Pryor (Pryor)
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And won't stop rockin 'til I retire ('tire)
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So call me 'siah, the Underground King (King)
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I'm known to let 'em hang to the floor, it ain't a thing (thing)
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The first one to swing (swing), the first one to bang (bang)
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These pussy niggaz sweet, I think they sippin on the Tang (Tang)
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Dang, that's when "keepin it real goes wrong" (wrong)
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Singin the same old song, take off your thong (thong)
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Say you wanna get like me, then try harder (try harder)
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It's more than just some gangsta Nikes and a Starter (and a Starter)
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You got a father? I know he ain't proud (proud)
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He probably wished he would of pulled out, no doubt (no doubt)
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You've been a bitch since birth, no lie (lie)
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And you gon' be a bitch on the day that you die (that you die)
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[Chorus]
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[Break - Bun B]
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I get down for mine (for mine)
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I get down for mine (for mine)
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I get down for mine (for mine)
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I get down for mine (mine)
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[Verse 3 - Bun B]
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You motherfuckers ain't ready for the return of original trillness (naw)
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Imitated, never duplicated on some real shit (shit)
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I pull your card, then I pull the steel (steel)
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And then I pop it, now tell me how them bullets feel (feel)
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Kneel (kneel), bitches say I got that whip appeal ('peal)
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When they see me ridin on candy, grippin wheel (wheel)
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Oh (oh), not goin for bad, bitch I'm goin for broke (broke)
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And you already know it's fire when you see the smoke (smoke)
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You already know it's fire even before we spoke (spoke)
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And you know you gonna see the gun fire when he loc (loc)
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And like a beast spoke, splash on 'em and smash on 'em
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Then fire up the swishy sweet and leave the ash on 'em
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'Cause Bun B is a winner, put your cash on 'em
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Or cash out, 'cause I'm layin his ass out (out)
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Soon as I pass up (up), that's when they pass out
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Nigga I'm the first goin in and I'm the last out (out)
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[Chorus]
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I Git Down 4 Mine
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| Bun B |
